Thalia pursed and nursed a pout. Typist ordered vegetable soup and a half sandwich — no fries. “Do you want a belly ache?” Nia knew all too well the grumbling and lethargy that followed an oversized portion of grease and salt. “I knooooooooo but —” Thalia whined, “— nobody else at the table ordered fries eeeeeee-ther. I thought we’d be able to snag a few from somebody else’s plate.”
George Carlin: “Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?” 😁
I somehow always thought there was a special, exotic sort of bread out there that required extreme measures to turn into toast.
Also possible that toaster designers are just lazy, of course.
BTW, despite not being on many dates in my youth, I long ago learned that the proper response to, “Oh, I don’t want any fries, I’ll just have a couple of yours,” is to increase the size of my fries order from regular to large.
Minding our own business is calorie-free. Love it! Is there supposed to be an image of Chris' book?
Onion rings and fries? Oh my!😱
Some cultures have long established rituals for grieving the departed. As a child the “ritual” seemed to be go to church for the funeral service (open casket barring a gruesome end🤔) then move on to the fellowship hall to eat a lot. 🤷🏽
In my more recent adult life, celebrations of life seem more connected with the recently departed and human in their tone.
I smiled reading your note about Chris Palmore and your having produced illustrations for his book. I remember as your first book, Wandering Words, took shape our exchange about illustrators and the expense. Even in black and white!
Outgrowing our younger liking of onion rings seems an apt metaphor for growing and maturing into our adult lives. Please don’t tell Thalia I said that! You perhaps could share with her Billy Joel’s lyric: “I love you just the way you are.” 😁